Chapter 261 261 I Have to Make up for It

"Well, okay, you wait a moment." Qu Shanling said.

"Are you going to burn incense and pray? The old man is ready to put good sandalwood incense." The third elder took the initiative to say.

"No, the incense has already been burned." Qu Shanling took out a huge pig's leg from his arms and nibbled it quickly.

The third elder was stunned, only to see Qu Gao shaking his head, gnawing at the mountains and rivers with rage, and it didn't take long for a big fat pig's leg to be eaten clean.

"Anything else?" Qu Gao licked the pig's leg with no shreds left, and rubbed his two greasy hands behind him a few times, and asked in an unfinished mood.

"There are some, and they have been prepared for the old master." The young disciple beside him quickly took out a roast pork leg and handed it to Qu Shanling.

Qu Gaoren took it, and there was another gust of wind and clouds.

The three elders are completely petrified, this... is this really the peerless master who counts the heavens and the earth, and decides the fate of the universe? Clearly a no-nonsense foodie.

"I'm sorry, this star divination technique takes too much energy and needs to be replenished from time to time." Qu Shanling finished eating another pig's leg and explained embarrassedly when he saw the shock and sluggishness on the face of the third elder.

"Oh, it's time to make up, make up." The third elder nodded dumbly. My heart is full of slander: This old foodie, just asked me to pay attention to my identity, look at yourself, do you look like a fortune teller? If you want to make up, there's nothing wrong with it, but can you stop wiping your hands with your clothes, don't you think it's sloppy, God, you still wipe your mouth with your collar...

The third elder was suddenly a little suspicious, is this old foodie really accurate?

"Okay, let's start." Qu Shanling was satisfied with his meal, and directly played the Star Magic Thousand Skills.

Seeing his esoteric and infinite hand skills, the third elder put aside his distracting thoughts, and looked at him nervously and expectantly.

"Pfft!" Qu Shanling suddenly stopped, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Master!" Steward Sun was startled and hurried forward.

Mu Hanyan was also a little surprised. She had already used the Heavenly Heart Technique to help Qu Shanling adjust the meridians, and she taught him the corrected Xinghuan Qianjijue, which was reasonable. The current Xinghuan Qianji Jue only has advantages and no disadvantages for him, why would he vomit blood again?

While Steward Sun and the others were in disarray, Mu Hanyan also pretended to be concerned, came behind him to pat him on the back, and quietly stared inwardly. However, there is nothing unusual in the Qushan Spiritual Meridian, and the circulation of Qi and blood is much better than that of a normal swordsman. Looking at his face again, it was as rosy as usual, and even the folds were much lighter than before.

Mu Hanyan couldn't help but be puzzled. Obviously, his physical condition was very good, why did he vomit blood again?

"It's alright, it's alright." Qu Shanling waved several disciples back, and said to the third elder, "Third elder, now you understand, my astrological divination technique is too heaven-defying and causes great damage to the body. So I have to take supplements from time to time.”

"Understood, this old man understands." The third elder was so moved that his beard was shaking. It was really wrong to blame Master Qu before. Others are not foodies. It is because this star divination technique takes too much energy and hurts the body, so I have to eat a little more to make up for it. And just that little pork leg, it may not be able to make up for it.

After understanding this, the third elder knew how much the master paid for Muziqing's fortune-telling and fortune-telling. Naturally, he was deeply moved, and even more guilty.

"I'm bluffing him, but it's actually a habit of vomiting blood. It's fine." Just as the third elder was moved to tears, Qu Shanling said to Mu Hanyan through voice transmission.

This god stick! Mu Hanyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and withdrew her hand.